*sets the paintbrush down across the top of her can of paint and wipes her spattered hands on her jeans, all without looking away from you* *evenly* You usually are. (Even if you keep passing each other in your hurry.)
As soon as you tell me we're okay.
*decides she will use her power, after all* You need to hold N- your daughter. She's adorable. Írissë is besotted. *tries on a smile* My dad texted me to say he was coming to town to see his little girl and her new baby. Isn't that swell?